A very nice essay on “dark skies” posted to the Missoulian via the Billings Gazette . . .
When I stepped out from the canopy of trees along the Appalachian Trail into a meadow, I walked into a sea of lights.
Fireflies danced in the night above the midsummer grass. Their larval offspring — the glow worms — hung from the surrounding trees, and like spectators at a giant amphitheater, they watched their parents dance.
Above, stretched over the length of open field, the Milky Way blazed across the moonless night.